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Post by Vivian Astley on Jun 25, 2004 16:45:44 GMT -5
*She blinked in surprise before slowly taking off in the other direction.*
Now that was odd...
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Post by Jeffrey on Jul 3, 2004 1:20:38 GMT -5
(I'll try and think of something new... this is harry's 5th year, still, innit?)
Zack was bored. Zack was very, very bored. Zack was so bored, that he was beginning to really hate stupid animals. A stupid animal. A toad. Fuck the book they were supposed to read, there was nothing in it he didn't already know. What the hell was he wasting his time for?
"If you go to the sheriff friend of yours again... I will burn your life and everybody in it like a cane field in a high wind..." he drawled softly, remembering his first day crossing 'That Bitch'. That Bitch. He felt something stirring in his memory, a groggy voice that hadn't spoken in awhile. The same reason he'd just said something about a cane field... He closed his book with a snap and stared at the blackboard blankly. He had to concentrate on this new presence.
"Mr. Davinski. What do you think you're doing? Surely you aren't disrupting my class?" the sickeningly sweet voice asked.
"I didn't kill anybody..."
"Excuse me?"
"I didn't kill anybody... You had a gun... Wasn't loaded... Really... No... You almost killed them. You wanted to... The gun was not loaded!"
"Mr. Davinski, stop this insolence before I have to get... nasty..."
"You still want to... SHUT UP!... Listen to me! Because this is how it happens..."
Petrified students were backing slowly away as That Bitch advanced. Zack was gone, zonked out. It was the voice. Or a voice... Voices?
"This is how it happens to people... SHUT UP!... There is no John Shooter... Rah! Rah!... There never has been. You invented him... Rah rah!... Listen to me, not to him, before it's too late!... "
Some weird miracle of timing found That Bitch reaching out just as he reached the climax of his memory. Zack leaped out his seat, hair now a blond/brown mix dangling just under his jaw, older, taller, heavier, just a little dorky with the addition of glasses. He jerked out of her grip screaming, "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"
He stumbled back into the desk behind him as his mouth continued, "You are alone..."
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Post by Jeffrey on Jul 3, 2004 1:39:26 GMT -5
"Zachary Davinski!"
It was like crawling out of a thick fog, or a bowl of pea soup. He vaguely knew something wasn't right, that he wasn't under his own control, but he couldn't help it quite yet. It was a moment before the pupils widened again and he returned to his formerself. But he couldn't, for the life of him, remember what just happened. He remembered the voice... then he was out cold.
"Was... was I daydreaming again? I do that a lot."
"What do you call that?"
"Call what?"
"What you just did. You terrified the class, young man (I really cannot play Umbridge...) and I demand to know what you thought you were doing."
"Wha-... I did something, didn't I?"
"Did what?"
"I don't know. Did I... try and seduce you or something? I think this happened once before to Professor McGonagall..."
"I assure you you weren't seducing me."
"I know you can, I don't want to be assured..." He was possessed again.
"Mr. Davinski!"
"What? What just happened? I feel a powerful lust for corn, but I don't know why!"
"You're sick! You need help!"
"I-I know, just calm down. It doesn't happen a lot so, the administrators kinda let it go by, y'know? Please don't let this get outside the class room. Please, I'm begging you." With that, Zack got down on his knees and grasped That Bitch's robes.
"Zachary Davinski, please let go of my robes."
It was like a wave he was powerless to stop. His eyes rolled up into his head, and he sunk back into himself. He rose to his feet and it was his turn to advance on Umbridge. A southern accent was never spoken so sinisterly.
"You got you a wrong number, missus. Ain't no Zack here. Zack's dead. He did a whole lot of squirming around, but in the end, he couldn't lie to himself anymore, let alone to me. Now I never put a hand on him missus. I swear. He took the coward's way out."
"Mr... Davinski...?"
He managed control for a slight minute. He finally knew what was wrong.
"RUN AWAY!!! HE'S GOT A SCREWDRIVER IN HIS POCKET!!!"
(I don't like to edit stuff, makes me feel icky. This version ain't as fun as the other one, but it was necessary. I just remembered that he got his memory wiped and doesn't remember who these people are. Boo.)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Jul 5, 2004 21:29:47 GMT -5
(yes i notcied but you can keep going becasue im not near him at the mometn unless slythys and ravens are in the same class)
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Post by Jeffrey on Jul 5, 2004 21:43:25 GMT -5
(she could be passing throuhg...)
There were murmurs throughout the class. 'What's a screwdriver?' Umbridge seemed slightly confused herself. Zack didn't have time to explain further. The southern hick was back.
"I'm about done fussin' with you."
Zack... or rather, Mr. Screwdriver Man lunged for the squat lady in charge. His hand went for his pocket and withdrew a screwdriver. He had enough time to angle it viciously at her throat before she gained enough sense to draw her own wand.
"Stupefy!"
Instead of finishing her off as he'd planned to do, his body locked in position, screwdriver down. He was still flying through the air at the point of hexation, and continued its line for her. Newton's Laws can't be denied, even in tha magic world.
"Children outside, someone get the headmaster! I'll watch this... this FIEND!"
The body shuddered, and began to melt. It wasn't the shape of Zachary that she'd been hoping for, but another, strange form. One with flyaway black hair and spectacularly pale skin. It was trying to speak, and found, that when you're stunned, you can't move a muscle.
"Who are you... Answer me!" She said the countercurse and stepped away. The body pushed itself to its kneesand flung the screwdriver away.
"I'm Constable Ichabod Crane, if you don't mind, and I'd rather you didn't try to bewitch me again."
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Post by Vivian Astley on Jul 6, 2004 10:50:12 GMT -5
Vivian had just gotten out of Charms and was headed,very slowly, very, very slowly to DADA. Finally reaching the corridor she realized right away that something was wrong. She saw a small Hufflepuff girl sitting on the floor by herself and went over to her.
"Hey."
The younger girl looked up at her.
"Hi....what do you want?"
The tone of voice the other girl was using made her shudder, but she kept smiling brightly.
"What happened here?"
The girl rolled her eyes.
"Davinski."
Vivian sighed and made her way closer to the door wading through all the second year to get there and stopped before it and pressed her ear against the door to here what was going on. Hearing arguing she stepped back and waited outside not wanting to get yelled at for no good reason.
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Post by Jeffrey on Jul 6, 2004 17:32:49 GMT -5
"BEWITCH YOU!?"
'Ichabod' twitched, "Indeed. There's no need to scream. There is no headless horseman here."
"A headless horseman? Do you mean Frank?"
"He has a name?" Ichabod twitched again. Something was wrong. Where was he?
"Yes, he's the resident headless horseman of Hogwarts."
"Indeed. Really? That's interesting. That's very interesting," he smiled weakly.
"Mr. Davinski, I demand that you make an entrance. You may be a metamorphmagus, but you have no right to practice it in the halls. It's against school rules."
Ichabod paused and looked thoughtful. Then a little fearful. Then several other emotions crossed his pallid face.
"I can't."
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Post by Vivian Astley on Jul 8, 2004 21:36:59 GMT -5
"What exactly is going on in here?"
(there I did post as a teacher....now you can choose which one hehehe)
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Post by Jeffrey on Jul 8, 2004 21:43:27 GMT -5
"Professor Sprout!" That Bitch yelled, "Mr. Davinski seems not to know how to conduct himself. You must take him to Professor Dumbledore at once. I have a class to finish teaching." (there. now you're sprout and can't do a thing about it.  ) |
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Post by Vivian Astley on Jul 8, 2004 21:46:34 GMT -5
She pursed her lips and swept out of the classroom with Zack in tow. The nerve of that woman.
"Mr. Davinski, what happened?"
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Post by Jeffrey on Jul 8, 2004 21:50:43 GMT -5
(cept he's not really zack... he's still icky)
"Well... I'm not sure really. Madam, would you kindly mind slowing down, I don't know what the rush is! I look up and suddenly, I'm being possessed. Madam, a little practicality!"
The two different voices coming out of one body seemed to have an adverse affect on dear Professor Sprout.
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Post by Vivian Astley on Jul 8, 2004 21:54:33 GMT -5
She stared in horror and sped up still jerking the man/boy behind her like a rag doll. The sooner she reached Dumbledore the sooner she could be gone.
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Post by Jeffrey on Jul 8, 2004 22:01:02 GMT -5
"Owwwww, hey Professor Sprout, come one, I have no control over it! Madam, I bruise easily, kindly slow down!"
(poor icky... he's so funny. you're gonna have to be dumbledore)
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Post by Vivian Astley on Jul 8, 2004 22:05:47 GMT -5
(Not if she becomes so freaked out that she runs away)
She paused in the hallway and turned to look at him.
"You poor child." She muttered before resuming her pace and she stopped right at the stone gargoyle.
"Acid pops."
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Post by Jeffrey on Jul 8, 2004 22:13:12 GMT -5
The change was instantaneous. The pale-skinned, meek form became wiry and more imposing. His hairline drastically receded to be left with nothing on top. The mannerisms, everything was completely different.
"Acid! How long do I have? Jesus God Allmighty! Oh... I feel sick, Professor... real sick! And lightheaded... Paranoia is normal on an acid trip of this callibre..."
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